Chasing Wild Book Novels & Stories

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

I mumbled out of surprise as I confirmed myself that he is indeed the owner of that laugh that I heard that day. I went in annoyance but then I was surprised when there were weird noises I heard. He's going out of my side and he started to run away. Why is he even running? I am not sure about that but then without even thinking I stood up immediately and ran after him. Why am I even running? I didn't let all the sides I tried to Chase him but then to my surprise there was a weird drop that is hidden in this part that I step on. "A… shit"

Chapter 62 Noah's heart raced in rhythm with the wild, untamed landscape that stretched before him. The forest, a tapestry of hues and dappled moonlight, beckoned him onward as he charged through its depths. The thud of his boots against the earth echoed like a primal drumbeat, a heartbeat that synchronized with the pulse of the wilderness around him.

a low growl rumbled involuntarily from his lips and rumbled in his throat. Vic instantly woke up and understood everything. Yarsi let him jump up from the ground and run away. He straightened up, squared his shoulders as he watched the Wistolean walk away, and smiled. Chase. He jumped forward, covered a huge distance in one movement. My chest was bursting with a heady feeling of freedom, I wanted to rush through the thicket and tear apart such clumsy game with fangs on the run. I wanted to scream and howl, notifying the whole forest that the beast went hunting.

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

I couldn’t be any more happy for the girls it was not looking very promising at the start but they have both made full three sixty. As I’m walking back to the pack house I see Karla sneaking off to the back of the pack house I don’t know why maybe it’s her distance but I decide to follow her. I shift into my wolf so I can go incognito through the tall grass while crouch creeping so I’m not seen. She makes a beeline straight for the base. Then none other than Chase is standing on the opposite side of the stream on his border. “I can’t do this any more Chase I’m ready to give up call it quits and leave”

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

In an attempt to regain control the creature then tried to flip me and once again dig its claws into my skin to get a better grip. ----- [Chapter quote:" Into the wild, I go losing my way, finding my soul"]

And they’re heading straight for the village. “Contain your frustration!” Aunty Kerynna roars at Caelora. “Do something!” Nyvrae screams. Our hearts drop. Even Aunty Kerynna looks shaken. We’re utterly, terrifyingly hopeless. “Now!” I scream, the words tearing from my throat. And we run—no wolves, no fangs, just heartbeats and breath—as we chase the chaos breaking loose into our world. In an endless chase after the wild cats—now running with the fury of wolves, teeth flashing, bloodlust sharp—our efforts are futile.

His shift had been so instantaneous and lucid. She hinged her knee closer to his sides, her hair flew with the wind as the big black wolf raced its wings. She knew they were being chased but she saw nothing. Her heels dug into his thick coat of fur, telling herself she needed to know, she cracked her neck over her shoulders. For a moment all she saw was fast trees, then it zapped by her eyes like lightning. They multiplied each time she blinked. Teeth reared sharp to kill, eyes glowing in the wind, a pack of ravenous wildlings tore into the cold earth on a crazed pursuit to devour.